Inside the room.
Feng Hu's jaw dropped. He stared in disbelief at the thing that had just crawled out of the box he opened.
"GULP..."
He swallowed hard.
A blood-red figure now filled the entirety of his late father's room.
The blood-red figure had four legs and was covered from head to toe in crimson Scale Armor.
It stared with enormous eyes—two pairs of them, four in total.
Two horns sprouted from the top of its head.
'Is this... the legendary Qilin? A Blood Qilin?'
Feng Hu kept swallowing, never having imagined that such a terrifying monster was locked inside that box.
In legends, the Qilin was an exceptionally auspicious creature. Its appearance symbolized good fortune, luck, and all things wonderful.
However, there was a type of Qilin known as the Blood Qilin, which was no auspicious being at all. It was a creature of great evil.
The Blood Qilin was extremely bloodthirsty, strengthening itself by devouring blood and consolidating Evil Qi.
